Christmas
silence
Christmas silence is the nighttime wind blowing through Mountain Sunnen...whispers of running waterfalls accent the sacred spirit of solitude... fields and valleys are clothed with pure white robes,as the full moon sends its silver rays through snow-filled branches of Pine trees under which tracks of coyotes and rabbits wonder looking for caves to shelter them from the frigid frosting of the season.
The air is filled with scents of shepherds playing their flutes broken by the rhythms of angelic choirs,dancing in the gentlest wind with the mysteries of the season--The breath and rebirth of earth cued by the vast eastern sky unveiling an eastern light that gives visibility first to a new day...From morning fog the joy of the season stab the sons of men with the truth about the Son of God...Blessed be his name!
Therese
copyright,1999
